WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DETAILS OF DARK SATANIC EVENTS WHICH SHOULD NOT BE VIEWED BY THOSE WHO DO NOT WISH TO OR BY ANY UNDER THE AGE LIMIT SET FOR THIS FANFIC.

The dark tunnels of the refuge spanned over kilometres, their new home became a new maze; one that needed mapping. But lightning from the undying storm outside showed them their path forward. Those rooms that were closest were used but to wonder too far meant a trail and effort was needed in order to return. Piper and Gandalf walked those corridors, slowly to the one room they both desired not to be for the sight would be full of woe. They opened the lock chamber, keeping safe that they kept inside; Chris sat in the corner, knees to his chest and arms squeezing them, he shaked, as if he were made of ice.

"Go away, GO AWAY!" they didn't listen, instead approached with much greater caution, the same words said under his breath again and again. He held his hands on his temples, the pain in his mind was unbearable, and he held them tightly as if to stop them from shattering until a might roar of rage, "What do you want with me?" Piper stepped closer and he withdrew,

"Chris," she said softly kneeling down to him, a routine practised to many times that night, "We need to talk,"

"No talking, too much talking, talking means remember and remembering hurts," he struggled to finish that sentence with all his effort contributing to holding back his tears from the pain. Piper gave a glance to Gandalf standing behind her, he responded with the nod of the head and she continued.

"Remembering what?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Chris," she said calming once again however more assertive, "remember what?"

"Please, I don't want to talk," the clear came flooding and his mind was broken, the anguish and pain he could no longer contain, "Please mom it hurts too much," the one word, changed everything, Piper froze still in dazed confusion, why did he just call her 'mom'? But this could be an advantage something to help the questioning along.

"It's ok honey, mommy's here," she said calmly resting her hand on his knee but again he withdrew, "you can me anything," she tilted her head, gaining eye contact with his chin low, "what's so bad you don't want to remember?"

"Talking bad talking bad talking bad," he repeated over until the touch of her hand over his brought the sanity back for a brief second, his catatonic posture snapped, and the tears fell once again, his hands now pressed against his ears forcing the lobe into his skull, "I can still hear him, I can still hear him in my head!"

When lighting struck among the clouds his image could be seen, a haunting, the White Istari wouldn't give away an agent so easily. The look fear was now on Pipers face, she knew it could be that when the soul naturally returned to his body that Saruman wouldn't be far behind, but it was with a whisper of hope that she wished it not to be. Gandalf took his staff and held before him chatting silent words in whispering sound of the Noble Tongue. Soon a silence fell in the room and storm settled, "He's gone," he said, the voice in Chris's mind telling him ordering him to reveal every secret known to him had faded.

"See mommy makes it all better," she said with a smile enlisting the same response, "I'm gonna try a spell," Chris instantly again seized up away from her, "It ok, it's a good spell like one we just did,"

Life to life and mind to mind,

Our hidden memory now intertwine,

We meld our knowledge and journey to,

The one whom thoughts I wish I knew.

It was beautiful picture, Christopher, Wyatt and Matthew, sitting on sofa all smart all smiling, Piper had been trying for months to get just one happy family picture off them but it wouldn't work, they would always pull funny faces at the last minute or a demon or Titan would burst through the doors. The power of Piper and her sons could only repel the evil but it would always return. The Titans had been released, and the world plunged into darkness and chaos, the world was broken and many who once lived died. They roamed the globe killing as they went and showed no temperance or mercy; once any resistance or enemies would come the Dark Lord would make his return, with loyalty of the Titans beside him.

They had fought for so long, very few were still alive, but on the best of days the world could still run as normal, supermarkets where open school still held their classes but they all kept a watchful eye. At 14 he sat in the corner of his room he didn't want to move, didn't want to see anyone didn't want to leave. The hospital just picked up Pipers body; he went out against her wishes to see his friends and came back to crime scene, the last Charmed one finally fell. First Paige turned to stone and smashed to pieces, Phoebe was next, her neck crushed under the foot of the Titan, Leo and Piper had to hold their fort alone, Leo never around, cared more the world than his family.

Wyatt had the weight of the world on his shoulders; he was the savour of the people, the eldest of the New Charmed to take care of the younger two. He rallied up an alliance, throw dark dictative ways cult followed him to the black steel gates.

In his own home, Christopher and Matthew where summoned to the basement unaware of that evil brewed inside their brother, above in the landing circles of followers gathered and there they knew they would meet their end. Wyatt had stabbed both his brothers, a knife deep within their shoulders, and he drew their blood, Christopher in pain and fear over what had just happened, realising at eighteen he has now become some part of this dark satanic ritual, Matthew had felt the life and power drained from him, although his eyes were still open he knew his was close to the end. The followers above shed their clothes and slit their throats, their blood and power seeping into the basement where the blood rained upon the bothers. And Wyatt drank from them, all of them and with the powers he marched against the Dark Lord and he was slain. The world owed a debt of gratitude and he owned the world as their new Dark Lord.

Piper left the room her heart breaking in her chest, the torment and despair felt and hidden within Chris was all too much to bare and to him the damn broke and so did he, his mind was lost in pain as she soon was overcome by it. She marched down the to debrief all in the new information, a premonition from another's memory.